I Had No Idea What I Was

If You Intend To Die, You Can Do Anything.

I Think The Genre Of Comics Sometimes Overtakes The Medium, And People Assume That They Are Kind Of Frivolous. If You Have A Good, Strong Story Teller, They Can Be As Affecting As Any Character In Literature. Period.

What People Really Want, No Matter Who They Are, Is Someone To Listen To Them. ... People Have A Lot On Their Minds, However Trivial, And If You're Simply Willing To Sit There Like A Sack Of Dirt And Let Them Yammer, They Will Tell It To You.

Hey, Have You Heard That One About The Difference Between Me, Wit, And My Loutish Cousin, Hilarity? No? Okay, So I Walk Into A Bar, You See, Very Unassuming, And Order A Martini. Then The Bartender, Hilarity, Hauls Off And Squirts Me In The Face With A Seltzer Bottle, Ruining My N Ice New Camel Hair Suit, Dousing My Monocle And My Watch Fob, Soaking My Cravat. So, Do I Let Him Have What For, And Blow My Top? I Do Not. I Simply Say: Sorry, I Believe I Said 'very Dry'.

A Book Cover Is A Distillation. It Is A Haiku Of The Story.